The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
We also spoke directly about the painful ones when necessary.
There was no magical reconciliation, and I came to value that honesty.
My company changed too.
I hired managers who could disagree with me, required documented review of major transactions, and took time away without apology.
It startled me how much easier some decisions became once I stopped treating every question as a threat to my authority.
PART 13: THE RIVERFRONT AGAIN
Nearly a year after Raymond set the photograph on my desk, we returned to the same riverfront path where Savannah had been walking with the twins.